𝕮𝕽𝖄𝕭𝕬𝕭𝖄 ~ 𝕭. 𝕯. | 𝕴𝕿 2017 ✓

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"A feast for Pennywise. Ripe fear, raw fright, a belly full of blood-dripping dread. You smell tasty. Georgie on my b-b-breath. I bit down on his windpipe as his last word was uttered... 'Billy he whimpered, 'Billy' he wanted, Pennywise he feared and Pennywise I fed. I still pick his little boymeat from my teeth," that clown muttered. I wanted to punch him in his stupid face. I shoved Bill behind me and slammed my fist into his face. I think it hurt me more than it hurt him.

"Now I grow hungry again!" the clown gnawed at me, gripping my arm in the same way it did Georgie. I let out a scream as Bill began to scream at the clown, trying to get it off me.

"Y-You're going to stay hungry. We're not scared of you anymore. None us of are. We're going to make your worst fear come tr-true!" Bill spat. The searing pain that shot through my arm as blood seeped through my shirt made me scream again. It wouldn't let go. This is it. I was going to die this way. To this stupid fucking clown.

"You're going to starve!" Bill screamed. That word. Starve. It lit a spark in the clown's eyes I hadn't seen before as it resonated in the ancestral cave of its mind like a chain reaction in a firework factory. Belief has turned against it. And probably for the first time in millenniums, it grips its heart. Whatever that is. It dropped me and retreated into the darkness.

I landed on the ground with a thud, scooting myself against the wall. Sweat beaded on my forehead and tears stained my face. I still had my arm, but he'd nearly bitten clean through. Bill ripped off his flannel, tying it around my arm as I let out a wince. Tremors began to shake through the tunnels. Tremors turned to quakes. It was like the whole universe was about to collapse around us.

"Bill!" Bev screamed out. She helped the both of us to our feet. "Are you okay?"

"No. I'm never gonna be okay again," I cried as Bill hugged me.

"H-He took off. We need to find and kill it. It won't stop until we do," Bill spoke. He grabbed the Stunbolt from Mike and headed off into the quaking darkness. I grabbed my knife with my good arm and followed him, the losers carrying torches and flashlights behind us. With every encounter, IT took on one of our fears. Headless Child, Judith, Hand Creature, Sketch Woman.

With each creature, we confront it. We threw torches and flashlights, bullets, and our own fists. We finally let go of our fears, causing IT to retreat into the blackness. This went on until only Bill's torch remained. In its flickering light, we caught the faintest glimpses of Pennywise. Circling around us.

"A truce to be true. A deal to bestruck. Ignore this, forget me, and I will let you all grow and thrive, living happy lives until you die happy deaths at age hundred and one..." the clown spat from somewhere in the darkness.

"No! No more," Matt heaved. Bill's torch extinguished, leaving us huddled in the darkness.

"Maybe we should have at least discussed the deal first," Richie spoke. I knew exactly where he was, and kicked him in the knee. Bill knew what I did, and tugged my arm. Not the time, got it.

Thin shafts of light appeared like the sun shining through a sewer grate, almost heavenly as they illuminated a small child. In his rain slicker. Holding his Paper Boat.

"Let him go, Bill. He said I could come back if you let him go...Please, Bill. Jessie, make him believe me," Georgie. He was crying. For a second, a split second, I began to cry too. Bill hesitated. "It's really me, Bill. It's Georgie. He kept me here. You can take me home. You can save me." Bill was unsure. I wanted to believe it. But, that's not my Georgie. Our Georgie.

"Bill," my voice cracked. My head hurt from crying so much. I was getting lightheaded, but I pushed that into the back of my mind. Bill turned, staring at me. Then Matt. All of us. He faced back to Georgie.

"Hug me," Georgie held his arms out toward his older brother. To me too.

"I want you back more than anything else," Bill took a step forward to Georgie, shaking off my grip as he needed both arms. Matt took his place, keeping me upright Bill raised his arms, but not to hug Georgie. he has the stunbolt in his hands. "But you're not Georgie."

Georgie, before our eyes, turned into that clown. Razor-sharp teeth. It was ready to lunge. The stunbolt went off, making me flinch. The room was silent as it hit Pennywise right between the eyes. Its face ripples, like a rock hitting the surface of a lake.

The history of Derry's fears flash and form before our eyes, a thousand nightmares conjured by the imaginations of Derry's lost and eaten children. It is a wreath of Screaming Hands. It is the Rotting Flesh of Disease. It is the Fangs of a Predator. It is a Crown of Bloody Thorns. Its the Floral Ring at Georgie's Memorial soaked in blood. It's a Mouth That Screams Inside a Mouth That Screams Inside a Mouth That Screams Inside-

IT is... IT is... IT is...Until IT transformed back into a slithering, shapeless mass and slinked its way back to the Well. We made chase, and as It disappeared down to the bottom, we caught one last glimpse of Pennywise's Face. And IT looks afraid. As the darkness brightens...It isn't.And we're back in the basement. All of us. Together.

"Bill," I cried.

"We did it," he spoke, pulling me in for a hug. All of us, in for a big group hug.

"We killed that stupid fucking clown," Matt mumbled. As the group let go of each other, we stared, quiet.

"What do we do now?"